Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Kingdom Blood ()"!

Thales stood in the middle of the study, pointing at the invitation card on the ground with a look of indifference: "Ready?"

"etc."

Ashida stopped him.

The magician looked at him quietly, and slowly raised a finger:

"This time, try this."

Thales was taken aback:

"Try which—"

Before the words fell, the sound of the wind rose.

I saw the broken chair with a missing corner flying up from behind the desk and flying towards Thales!

Thales turned pale with fright, and subconsciously raised his hand.

"What the hell are you doing—"

Boom!

The chair fell to the ground with a loud noise.

In the next second, there was an eager knock on the door:

"Your Highness, Your Excellency the Duke! What happened? Please answer me!"

"We have to go in—you get out of the way."

"No, together, count to three, one two three—"

boom!

There was another loud bang, and the two people on duty—Leo Morgan, the second-rank vanguard officer, and Jose Custa, the second-rank guard—slammed open the door together, rushed into the room, and stopped in unison. , staring wide-eyed.

"Your Highness?"

I saw Thales lying on the chair in a strange posture with his back to the two guards.

"Leo, Jose, wow, it's you guys tonight."

Thales turned around with difficulty, forced a smile:

"It's okay, it's when I'm exercising, hehe, there's a stinky mouse making trouble..."

Morgan and Kusta turned their heads to check: the whole study was empty,

Everything was fine except for two candlesticks that went out.

"But, Your Highness, your nose..." Guard Officer Custa spoke with a thick thorny accent, looking at Thales who was lying on the chair with his buttocks up, hesitating to speak.

Thales calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood under his nose.

"It's okay, it's okay, you know, puberty."

He waved his hand:

"Go out."

Morgan nodded. He walked to the candlestick and relit the candle.

"But—" Kusta wanted to say something else.

"Go, go." Duke Xinghu gritted his teeth.

Morgan grabbed Kusta and bowed to Thales:

"If you need help, Your Highness, we are at the door."

So Thales watched them leave and closed the door behind him.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ashida who did not know when to reappear, and said angrily, "I thought you blocked the sound!"

"I did block it." The magician thought thoughtfully.

"However, the interference and mutual repulsion between the mana of different thresholds and different magicians cannot be ignored, second only to the influence of legendary anti-magic weapons on mana."

Thales was a little dizzy from this string of nouns, coupled with the embarrassment in front of him, he patted the chair under him, and said unhappily:

"Okay, then please, next time you want to do this again, can you...send an invitation in advance?"

Ashida stared at the chair without saying a word.

"This chair could have been used for another week, but now..."

Thales let go of his hand angrily:

Immediately the poor chair split in two neat halves and tipped over on either side.

"Thank you so much!"

Well, how should I tell everyone this?

His Excellency the Duke fell from the broken chair with a corner missing, his nose bleeds, and in a fit of anger, he slashed out mercilessly, leaving the poor chair dead without a whole body?

But the Magician of Qi just walked slowly to Thales' side, motioning him to keep silent.

"From now on, I'm going to ask you some questions. You must concentrate and speak carefully," Ashida said softly, but she was extremely serious. "Slow down and speak word by word. If I tell you to stop, you will stop." Shut up immediately and don't say a word."

But Thales is still angry:

"What if you 'talk too much'? So what?"

Ashida glanced at him, her eyes were cold and murderous.

Thales choked.

He sniffed, feeling the bloody smell, feeling unhappy:

"All right."

Ashida observed the symmetrically separated chair:

"What is this ability?"

"Ghost knows—I don't know what it is, and I don't know how I learned it. It looks like Rolf's ability, or a trick by a street warlock." Thales said angrily.

But superpowers and tricks won't make me shout and beat everyone and run for my life every day.

"No."

Ashida stared at the chair obsessively, but shook her head in denial.

"Supernatural powers are the natural evolution of life, and tricks are deceitful deceptions, but this," the chair floated in front of the magician's eyes, accompanied by his ethereal voice, "this is beyond our comprehension, and it is completely out of bounds." Same."

Thales wiped his nosebleed, showing no interest:

"whatever."

"It... what can you affect?"

"Small objects," Thales said listlessly, "the smaller the target, the lighter the better, the closer the better, the simpler the better, for example, paper, leaves, hair?"

"And if the target is too big, too heavy, too far away, or even the structure is too complicated, I will get nosebleeds and feel dizzy. If I use it frequently..."

Ashida narrowed her eyes: "Will it hurt?"

Thales recalled the thrilling escape in the prison of bones.

"No, it's better than that..."

Thales twitched the corners of his mouth, expressionless:

"will die."

Ashida thought for a while, then nodded:

"interesting."

"Most of the time, it's like reaching out to reach something far away," Thales reluctantly picked up the half of the chair on the ground, then walked in front of the magician shamelessly, and grabbed the half that was floating in the air Get down, push them into the corner, "But every once in a while, when I reach out, I feel, it's not just reaching out, but it's more like, like..."

At this point, Ashida suddenly turned around:

"Stop!"

Thales was taken aback by the sudden interruption.

I saw Ashida close her eyes, and spoke a few seconds later:

"How long?"

"This thing?"

Thales cursed Little Benben from the bottom of his heart, while adjusting himself: "I have been practicing for half a year. Every time I was tossed so that my back hurts and I couldn't get out of bed, and now I have found a way—"

Ashida suddenly opened her eyes:

"stop!"

Thales choked again, feeling extremely uncomfortable like a lump in his throat.

Day, come again?

"Remember what I said, be careful with your words," the magician said carefully, "You said you found a way, what kind of way?"

Thales swallowed his throat.

"Let's put it this way, once I was tired of practicing with paper and wanted to try another bridle, but the thick and hard rope became—"

"Stop!" The magician's warning sounded at the right time.

Hold.

Thales pursed his lips and changed the subject:

"Anyway, I had to throw it down the drain—of course, under normal circumstances, it's not easy just to lock onto the target."

Ashida grasped the point sharply:

"Usually?"

Thales shrugged:

"Yeah, everything is easy when you knock on the door, it's as natural as breathing and drinking—"

Ashida raised her hand again:

"stop!"

Thales sighed helplessly.

Can you still talk properly?

Ashida fell silent, thinking to herself.

"I get it, it feels weird, doesn't it?"

The prince, who was upset because of being interrupted many times, sneered and said:

"You are very curious and want to learn about exploration, but because of the first promise of magic energy, you have to desperately restrain your impulse, resist temptation, and keep telling yourself that you can't go deep, you can't continue, you must stop..."

He looked at Ashida, who was staring at the blue light, and showed a sinister and cunning smile:

"Then you want to know more, want more? Hey, I can give you all..."

There was a blue light in Ashida's eyes.

"Ahhhh—empty, air...I'm wrong teacher!"

The blue light flashed again, under one person, the Duke of Xinghu, who was above ten thousand people, regained the right to breathe freely, lying on the desk and panting pitifully.

"So, the first appointment of magic energy," Thales turned back dying, "what is the original purpose of its existence?"

Ashida didn't speak, he stared at the chair in the corner, and said quietly:

"For ourselves."

It's nonsense again.

Thales sighed, he could only turn over and sit on the desk after losing his chair.

"Okay, I've given you what you asked for, and answered your questions. Can we get back to business? Before I bleed to death?"

The boy knocked on the table and said impatiently:

"Now, among the three magicians, what do you want?"

The blue light in the magician's eyes gradually went out, and he turned around with his hands behind his back, his silhouette in the study looked cold and ethereal.

"You really want to know?"

"Like I said, the more you hide from me," Thales shook his nosebleed handkerchief boredly, "the more likely I will stumble on something I don't know."

"What's more, aren't we students and guides? We are so close and trust each other, we can be called model teachers and students..."

Ashida suddenly said:

"Answer me: who won the endgame?"

The boring classroom atmosphere suddenly became serious and formal, Thales was a little caught off guard, and he hurriedly put away his handkerchief.

Who's winning……

"Uh, the world, mortals, all intelligent races?"

But Ashida didn't speak, and the magician still looked at him coldly.

"All right."

Thales crossed his arms and thought for a while:

"The Queen of Magic."

"The legendary anti-magic weapons they created can seal magicians," he recalled what he had seen and heard at the bottom of the Prison of Bones, and couldn't help frowning, "but they can't take effect on themselves."

As long as the queen sets fire, disasters are not allowed to light lamps.

Ashida blinked.

"It seems that since the last farewell, you have taught yourself a lot."

Thales snorted softly.

"Don't forget, I have the crown in my left hand and the magic power in my right hand."

Thales opened his hands boldly, then embarrassingly hid his bloody left hand behind his back.

The young man continued: "In this way, the Shuanghuang drove the other magic masters into street rats, monopolized the right to use magic energy, and deepened the understanding of magic energy according to what you said. He is the biggest winner."

Ashida nodded.

But in the next second, his tone became mysterious:

"Then, as the biggest winners, why did the Magic Twin Emperors disappear for seven hundred years, hidden behind the scenes, and only circulated in the awe of a few people, and no one even knew where they were?"

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

Why did the Magic Twin Emperors disappear?

This question...

The magician walked up and down slowly, asking questions layer by layer, and the momentum became more and more pressing:

"Why do they distribute legendary anti-demon armaments to mortals, relying on the king, lord, governor, and bishop of this world to perform their duties of monitoring the world on their behalf?"

"Why not just reveal your identity, rule hundreds of millions of creatures, and order everything in the world, and those who obey will prosper and those who oppose will perish?"

"Like what radicals do?"

Ashida stared at him closely, waiting for the student's response.

Uh, what the old crow said, the limit of rule? No, that's just for mortals.

Thales suppressed the first answer and found that it was indeed a good question.

He began to think about the logic of it.

"Because the warrior defeated the dragon, not to become a dragon? Well, a joke."

"Because, because of convenience? Because of laziness? Because of efficiency? Because of them, uh, no time? You know, not every magician has the leisure to help the underworld fight gangs and grab territory."

The Qi magician still stared at him quietly, without saying a word, and did not respond to Thales' irony.

Thales had no choice but to restrain his ridicule, and said seriously:

"Well, to be honest, all I can think of is that since they use the plan to wipe out the existence of magicians, it is inconvenient for the Shuanghuang himself to appear in front of the world, so as not to damage the effect of blocking news and covering up history ?”

Ashida stared at him for a long, long time.

As if trying to reach his heart with his eyes.

This made Thales a little uneasy.

Wait, did he digress, what did I just ask?

Finally, the Qi Magician smiled coldly.

"I've been curious about this question for a long time, and in order to solve it," Ashida's eyes burned, "I need more information."

"And Fleilan was right in saying something."

The guide said slowly:

"Since the Battle of the End, the Canxing royal family has been passed down for a long time and has participated in many, so there must be many secrets that magicians cannot know."

Thales slapped his forehead.

Oh, yes, this is the purpose of Ashida joining the Three Plagues Alliance.

"So, at the risk of your address being revealed by human flesh, you signed up as a member of the 'Fleilan Mutual Aid Group' with your real name in order to see references that are not available elsewhere, and to study 'Why is the Shuanghuang so nerdy'?"

Thales asked tentatively.

Ashida watched him silently, not moving a muscle.

Well, it looks like he didn't get the joke.

Thales could only sigh:

"Then what is the conclusion of your research?"

Ashida looked away, turned and looked out the window.

"They hide."

The magician's eyes glowed with blue light again, and his tone was empty, but it made people feel inexplicably palpitating:

"It's because they are afraid, afraid, and vigilant."

Are the two emperors fearful, apprehensive, vigilant?

Thales was startled, puzzled and said:

"What are you afraid of? They are already the most powerful magicians, no one can control them..."

No one can make it.

After a pause, Thales came to his senses and said:

"Oh, you mean, Tolos? He has the power to overwhelm the Double Emperor?"

toros.

Ashida turned her head abruptly, the blue light in her eyes was sharp!

Thales staggered in surprise.

The magician spoke slowly, extremely gentle: "I noticed just now that even though I rarely mentioned it, you seem to already know something about this senior."

His eyes sharpened:

"The question is, how did you find out?"

Thales swallowed subconsciously.

Bearing Ashida's aggressive gaze, he remembered the words of the senior in the threshold before knocking on the door:

【Guiding you is Ashida's responsibility, and it is inconvenient for me to intervene. 】

[In the group of magicians, there is a sacred and inviolable relationship between the guide and the guided. For example, you and Ashida, you have a special and close connection, and you are a special and important existence to each other. 】

Thinking of this, Thales subconsciously said:

"Books. From books."

But Ashida immediately asked:

"what book?"

Thales blurted out:

"Forbidden books, in the collection of the Sunset Temple..."

The magician is in hot pursuit:

"Which one?"

Thales choked.

He had to show an apologetic smile:

"Well, to be honest, it's actually the records of the guards—the flag wing of the royal guard. They will record the words and deeds of the people of the past."

Ashida narrowed her eyes:

"Whose record?"

"Revival King." Thales didn't blink his eyes:

"Tormund I, he mentioned the, uh, what he saw and heard in the battle of the end, including Toros."

"Oh, the records are stored in the Fuxing Palace, do you want to go and have a look?"

Ashida was silent for a few seconds.

"No," the magician looked at him quietly, "There are legendary anti-magic weapons inside, so it's not safe."

Thales looked awakened:

"Oh, what a pity."

"Do you want me to steal it for you?"

"No need." Ashida said softly, turning around.

"But no," the magician continued, "It's not Thoros that they fear."

His words are filled with deep fear:

"You can't imagine what level and height the Queen of Magic has stood since she created the legendary anti-magic weapon."

"I think, even if the qualifications are as deep as Toros, he can't compete with the unstoppable double emperor."

Toros, can't compete with the double emperor?

Thales was slightly startled at first, and then said in doubt:

"Then what are they afraid of?"

Ashida didn't answer directly.

"Think, Thales, think," the magician looked at the lake of stars reflecting the sky, "don't get into the bad habit of waiting for answers."

Thales frowned.

The double emperor that no one can control.

unmanned……

No.

Taylor's eyes moved.

It's not 'nobody'.

Not at all.

"each other."

Thales stared at the chair that was split in two in the corner, and said seriously.

"Bloodthorn and Heilan, as the victors of the battle of the end, as magicians who surpass most of their peers," he looked up at the magicians, "the only ones who can really fight against the double emperors are them and each other."

The young man solemnly said:

"It's the other party that they are afraid of and wary of."

Ashida snorted softly:

"It seems that you are not dull."

After being recognized, Thales' eyes lit up:

"So, without a common enemy, the two empresses became the greatest threat to each other. After the war, they broke up and turned against each other."

"And they hid behind the scenes to guard against the other party's sneak attack-is this a chicken-eating game where 'whoever finds the first' wins?"

Facing the student's questioning with hope, the magician was noncommittal, but said indifferently:

"As I said before, you are getting closer to the truth of the world."

This is probably Ashida's version of "You said it so well" - Thales slandered.

"Okay, knowing that, so what?"

Thales returned to the topic and strictly prevented Ashida from distracting the topic:

"The purpose of your participation in the Three Disasters Alliance is not to use your strength to win over one of the two emperors and attack the other?"

Ashida was silent for a while.

But when he spoke again, his tone was different.

"Thales, are you sure, do you want to continue listening?" the magician said quietly.

Thales was taken aback:

"What?"

I saw the magician turned around, his figure covered the moonlight, giving Thales a sense of oppression for the first time.

"It should be noted that the truth and secrets often carry a heavy burden."

Ashida spoke softly, meaningfully: "Are you really, ready?"

Looking at the other person's appearance, Thales frowned and wondered: "You, why do you suddenly have a tone of telling ghost stories?"

His teacher sneered:

"Because once you know it, you can't go back."

Can't turn back?

Thales curled his lips indifferently:

"Even if I don't know, I can't go back, right?"

What a joke.

Do you really think that I, Errol, the number one person in the world who turned danger into good fortune, Thales Canxing, was scared from childhood?

Having said that, Thales suddenly became aware of something, he raised his finger and said viciously:

"And you don't want to 'leave get out of class' now!"

Ashida snorted lukewarmly, without discerning emotions.

But he was uncharacteristically, quite cheerfully said:

"During the time I worked with Fleurand, I got some precious historical records through the Canxing Royal Family, Kingdom Secrets, and even the Blood Bottle Gang."

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"about?"

Ashida gave a rare smile.

The meaning is strange and difficult to understand.

"You already know that all the legendary anti-magic weapons are made by the Shuanghuang, and they can't take effect on the Shuanghuang, right?"

Thales couldn't help but look at him anxiously, suspicious in his heart:

"so?"

The magician lowered his voice:

"What if there are exceptions?"

"What if there are weapons in this world that were not created by the Shuanghuang?"

Thales was startled for a moment, but then realized.

Damn.

[Eighteen years ago, the first and only legendary anti-magic weapon in history that was not made by the Queen of Magic...]

In the Prison of Bones, the mysterious voice of the leader of the Sword of Disaster seemed to ring in my ears:

[In the Kingdom of Stars, on the foundation of this dragon breaker, it can be forged. 】

So, what he said was this... also true.

Thales took a deep breath:

"So, you want to tell me that you found a legendary anti-magic weapon that is effective against the Queen of Magic?"

This time, Ashida stared at him for a long time before speaking seriously:

"In case you regret it after listening, let me ask again, are you really sure you want to listen..."

Thales rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The Duke is categorical and unquestionable:

"explain!"

What a mystery.

Really think I don't know?

The Dragon Breaker, the Blade of Purification—the achievement of the greatest king, and the only possible weapon capable of sealing the two emperors—has been in his hands for a long time, and he has actually used it.

Do you really think that you can scare him by putting on this look and making a fuss?

Ashida showed a mysterious smile.

etc.

Thinking of this, Thales had a headache:

In addition to the experienced indifference, how to handle the appropriate amount of shock, showing that he has seen the world without arousing his suspicion...

"In the battle of the end, every legendary anti-magic weapon was created by the double emperors, and then distributed to the selected disaster hunters, so as to use the power of everyone to hunt and kill magicians."

While Thales was thinking, the Magician of Qi had already spoken.

But what Ashida said was not what Thales thought:

"But after comprehensively comparing all the relevant records of the Star Kingdom, I determined an interesting thing: the time when some weapons were issued must have been after the Battle of the End."

Thales, who was looking forward to hearing "Pioneer of the Clean World", didn't react for a while, and paused.

"So, it's normal."

The boy picked out his ears and followed his train of thought:

"Although the war is over, the hunt for disasters is still going on - the target of the Double Emperor is not only the radicals, but also other magicians, such as you, not to mention that troublesome ghosts like Giza are still alive and kicking ..."

Speaking of this, Thales trembled violently!

etc.

Just now, what Ashida said was wrong.

————

Outside the study door, Officer Morgan and Guard Officer Custa stood facing each other, one with a stern expression, and the other concentrating.

"Our Highness," Kusta stared at the door seriously, but he didn't hear any voice from inside. "Sometimes he does something unexpected, right?"

Morgan didn't respond.

Kusta snorted softly:

"Have you heard what Kongmutuo said, they are in Red Square..."

"Don't bother getting close, Thornman," Morgan Vanguard interrupted him roughly, without even looking at the other party: "I'm not interested."

Kusta's expression froze.

Thorns are wild.

Kusta, who has bronze skin and an exotic face, took a deep breath:

"That's right, my father is indeed from the Thornland, but he is also a nobleman of the Kingdom of Allenbia, and my grandmother is the most orthodox Starman..."

"Who cares who fucked you bastard?"

The guard Morgan, who is not close to strangers, raised his volume and snorted coldly:

"Just guard your door, brambleman."

Thornman—Kusta breathed faster and clenched his fists.

"They said you were a veteran," Kusta's tone became colder, "but you were kicked out by the army—fleeing for fear of war?"

This sentence took effect, and Morgan moved his eyes for the first time, staring at Kusta.

But Kusta's tone became more mocking:

"That must be fun, right?"

The Thorn Man sneered and said:

"Your officer, he didn't beat the shit out of you?"

After the words fell, Morgan's eyes changed.

It was freezing cold.

The veteran's hand moved to the weapon.

"Remember, we are on duty," Kusta said coldly, pressing the handle of the knife at his waist, "so don't come up with any stupid ideas."

"Unless... outside the army, you want to be expelled by the guards again?"

Morgan's hand stopped.

His eyes are cold:

"You know why they deported me?"

Kusta sneered disdainfully:

"who cares--"

"What are you doing?"

At that moment, the sudden appearance of a strange figure shocked both Kusta and Morgan.

Kusta instinctively drew his sword!

clang!

With a sharp sound, Kusta's blade stopped in time and slammed against the wall, only a foot away from the strange figure's neck.

"Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

Kusta cursed fiercely, and retracted the blade in shock:

"I fucking almost killed you—V, Master Vitano?"

Kusta and Morgan stared closely at the crooked figure that appeared beside them—the watchman of Star Lake Castle, the old man Vitano was holding a lamp, standing tremblingly in front of the door.

Thinking of Chief Mallos' courtesy to the person in front of him, Kusta quickly put away his blade and changed his tone:

"You, you scared me."

"Hey, old man," Morgan on the other side was not so good-tempered, he stared at Vitano, and also put away the two daggers at his waist, "What are you doing here?"

The shadow of the lamp swayed, and the figure trembled. Vitano turned his head slowly, and glanced at the two of them with cloudy eyes:

"You guys, don't feel it?"

"Wow, you, you can talk?"

Kusta was taken aback for a moment, then reacted and cleared his throat: "Sorry, what do you feel?"

"mouse."

Vitano stared at the study door.

"In the castle," the old man raised the lamp and said with certainty:

"There are mice."

Rao didn't deal with it anymore, Kusta and Morgan still exchanged glances at this time.

Although the communication is not very efficient.

"Yes, we know."

Morgan looked at the old man and said coldly:

"An 'old' mouse."

Kusta smiled:

"Of course, the only mouse-free place in this ghost castle is the Xunyinglou-the feral cat's den."

But Vitano shook his head, not taking his eyes off the door.

"No."

"It's a foreign mouse."

Vitano looked at the door, slowly but firmly said:

"Very, very big one."

"It's huge."

Kusta and Morgan exchanged glances again.

The thorny man narrowed his eyes, pointed to his brain, and lowered his voice: "Hey, is he, there is a little..."

Morgan pouted and didn't reply.

But in the next second, Vitano's figure trembled and he stepped forward.

"Hey!"

One left and one right, two arms resolutely stopped in front of him.

Also blocked in front of the door.

"Please stop, Master Vitano." Seeing the direction the old man was going, Kusta was determined and serious, "If you really want to see the Duke, I can pass it on first."

"It doesn't work." Morgan was more succinct.

Vitano came back to his senses tremblingly, and began to look at the two of them again.

"You, are the royal guards?"

the old man asked softly.

Kusta lowered his arms and smiled:

"Yes, we are the royal family in Star Lake Castle..."

"You should dance." The old man said coldly, and the words that came out had no beginning or end.

Custa frowned: "What?"

"You," Vitano said in a long sentence, panting like a dying person, "you should all jump off the castle."

jump off?

Morgan's eyes sharpened, and he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Jump down? Why, why?" Kusta wondered.

Vitano turned his head, first glanced at Kusta, then at Morgan, and finally fixed his eyes on the door of the Duke's room.

"Because you guys are useless."

"Can't even catch a mouse."

After the words fell, the old man ignored the puzzled two people and turned around.

In the shadow of the shaking lights, he took one step at a time, leaving here with difficulty, and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

Kusta and Morgan stared at his back intently, inexplicably.

"D.D is right," Kusta shook his head seeing him walk away, "That old guy, even if he's not a zombie, he definitely has a brain problem."

"Kill him." Morgan said coldly.

"Yeah—what?" Kusta was taken aback.

Looking at the cold corridor, Morgan gritted his teeth, and his tone made people shudder:

"Next time, if he appears like this again, we will kill him together."

Custa blinked:

"Are you crazy?"

Morgan bared his teeth, full of murderous intent: "No, I'm serious."

Kusta took a deep breath and looked left and right: "No - Ms. Harvest and Sunset Goddess are here, why?"

Morgan snorted coldly.

"Because, the distance when we found him," the veteran's eyes were sharp, "is enough for him to kill us."

Kill us?

"Ha, haha, for Thornland's sake, I can't fucking believe it," Kusta was puzzled, laughing and laughing, "Well, we killed the old man, and then how do we explain it? Because he That we, uh, can't catch mice?"

Morgan nodded, still staring at the corridor, as if there was some threat there:

"right."

"And he's the mouse—the damn mouse."

Kusta looked puzzled.

"Crazy, crazy," the thorn man tried again and again, finally gave up thinking, and sighed, "You and him, you are both crazy."

Ms. Harvest, next time, he'd rather be on duty with that crippled mute partner.

Damn rat.

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